The skies are blue, but I still hear thunder

The skies are clear, but there's lightning under my skin

It's gonna rain again, and when the rains come down

I'll be on that road again



Warriors will ride.

On their painted horses

Blessed by the wind

And the unseen forces above

They will ride on as one

They will brave the storm

Till the rains are over and done



Ride on crazy horse

Take me to the hills

Beyond the battle, where the waters are still

Where it's so quiet you can hear the children run

Far away from the sound of the gun



These are the feathers of a golded eagle

These are the feathers of an ancient people

You must, you must set my people free

Never hold me down, for the eagle must fly free



Warriors will ride on their painted horses

Bless by the wind and the unseen forces above

They will ride on as one

They will brave the storm

Till the rains are over and done